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It's hard for me to write, but it feels necessary. We're all aching inside for what has been taken away from us. Boston Marathon Day is something to look forward to all winter. You're either running and have been training for months or you're going to spectate and watch your friends and family members complete the 26.2. Maybe you’re one of the thousands of volunteers lining the course from Hopkinton to Boston or maybe you're at your home or the office glued to the TV or computer, tracking your loved one. Wherever you are, you know it's Marathon Monday. It's supposed to be a day of joy and celebration, not of pain and carnage, a day of strength and tenacity, not cowardice.
What happened on Monday, April 15th, is an inexplicable nightmare, but my hope is that together we can prove that evil cannot triumph over good. There is no evil, no matter how great, that is stronger than what is inside of every runner, spectator, or volunteer. So, we will keep running. We will always keep running, and, together, we will be stronger for what has been endured.
Run strong my friends,